Ok, so a few months ago I wrote this sonnet because...well...I had never written a sonnet before (alas, sad but true) and wanted a new poetical challenge! Then a few weeks ago a friend and I decided to swap poems and I sent it to her. She liked it and thus I have finally gotten up the courage to post it! Opinions and critique are appreciated!
There is no voice like thine's
so small and still in my soul
and yet with the thunder it intertwines
making all it touches whole
even while the sun sets in the west
and all the earth has taken its toll
in you, nothing can lose its zest
for you are holy and divine
you are absolute and without mistake
where you stand is made a shrine
and it is to you I give my soul to take.
So let no man attempt to venture
to steal what you rightfully procure.
It reminds me somehow of Rich Mullins. Simple and profound :)
ReplyDeleteAww, thanks Pete!
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